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[steddieasitgoes]

written for @eddiemonth Day 7 Prompt: Wayne

note: this one is in Wayne's POV and it's a little different than how I usually write, but it means the absolute world to me, so I hope you all enjoy it!

read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Eddie Month series

Wayne Munson remembers the exact moment he found out he was going to be an uncle. 

It was a frigid January morning in Hawkins. The heater in the Munsons’ trailer had stopped working a week before, and Wayne had been too busy working days and taking night classes at the junior college in the next town over to fix it. 

His mama had said she would call Al to come help, but Wayne knew the odds of him stopping by were slim to numb. He had better things to do than check in on his mother and younger brother. Things like keeping the Hawkins police department busy with his petty crime schemes and treating his latest girlfriend with little to no respect. A packed schedule in Al’s eyes. 

So, when Wayne stepped out of the trailer that January morning, bundled in his worn winter coat, he nearly tripped and fell on his ass when he spotted Al on the hood of his car, leisurely smoking a cigarette. 

“Evelyn is pregnant,” Al said between puffs of smoke. “She’s keeping it. M’gonna be a pa.” 

A range of emotions washed over Wayne at that moment. Anxiety for Al and Evelyn and their unborn child. Al wasn’t exactly father material, and it’s not like they had a dad to learn from. Happiness for their family and the joy a new baby would bring the Munson’s. Worry, mainly for Evelyn and the baby, but also for Al and how something like this was going to affect the small gains he’d made that year. 

But mostly, and Wayne would never tell anyone this, he felt jealous. 

Wayne was the one who babysat the neighbor kids when they were younger to make a quick buck while Al schemed. Wayne was the one who always waved to babies in the grocery store line. The one who always snuck his coworkers’ kids candy at the annual Fourth of July BBQs. And remembered to send well wishes home on their birthdays. 

Wayne was the one who loved kids. Who wanted kids. But would never, ever get to have kids for reasons he was too ashamed to admit most days. 

Unlike Al, who would have let the jealousy fester into something nasty, Wayne choked it all down and gave in to the happier emotions. Promising to be there for Al and Evelyn and his new nephew. 

A promise he kept for all nine months of Evelyn’s pregnancy (going on midnight craving runs when Evelyn moved into the Munson trailer after getting kicked out of her own house and then nervously pacing the maternity ward on Halloween night when she finally went into active labor after three false alarms). He kept his promise for the entire first year of Eddie’s life. Helping with feedings and changings. And anything else he could do. 

Wayne was the one to drive Evelyn and Eddie to the hospital the first time he caught a cold and wouldn’t stop coughing. He was there the first time Evelyn fed him mushy baby food that Eddie ended up spitting up all over the place. He saw Eddie roll over for the first time and crawl. He was even there for Eddie’s first nonsensical word — a bastard version of “mama” that sent Evelyn into hysterics and had Al rolling his eyes. 

Wayne was ready to be there for all of Eddie’s first, but then fate reared its ugly, no-good, wicked head, and suddenly, Wayne was being shipped off to boot camp to fight in a war he spent the last three years protesting against. 

But his birthday was called, and Wayne had no choice but to suit up and fight. 

Well, no, that’s not true. 

There was one way to get out of the draft. 

But the thought of admitting to having homosexual tendencies was more terrifying than dying overseas. So, he kept his mouth shut and went and did his time. 

Five years to be exact. 

Five grueling, traumatic, waste of his youth years. 

Most importantly, five years without his nephew. 

Eddie was six, almost seven years old, when Wayne finally made it back home to Hawkins. Unruly curls, just like Wayne once had before the military got involved. Big brown eyes that, despite only being 7, he knew how to use to get him out of trouble. And a brilliant, imaginative mind that captivated Wayne the moment he scooped Eddie into his arms after coming home and Eddie asked, “Ma, who is this bald guy? And why is he trying to squeeze the poop out of me?” 

Wayne knew he’d never get those five years back, but he promised himself to try and make up for them every chance he got. And so “Waynesdays” was born. 

Every third Wednesday of the month, Wayne would spend with Eddie. Sometimes, he’d show up at Evelyn and Al’s trailer early in the morning to pick Eddie up before he went off to school. With Evelyn’s permission, Eddie would ditch and they’d spend the day uncle-nephew bonding. Other times, Wayne would be waiting outside the gates of Eddie’s school, ready to whisk him away as soon as the dismissal bell rang. 

(“Uncle Wayne, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie would shout, running into Wayne’s arm with enough force to send them toppling into the grass. The falls weren’t great for Wayne’s war-torn body, but he never complained. Nothing a frozen bag of peas and a cigarette couldn’t fix the next morning.) 

Whatever the case, the third Wednesday of every month was dedicated to them. 

The first few years, it was simple things. Wayne would take Eddie out for ice cream before stopping at the library. They’d spend hours walking up and down the aisles. Wayne telling Eddie stories that rivaled the books on the shelves. They’d go antiquating — a hobby Wayne inherited from his own mother that Eddie seemingly inherited when he took an interest in Garfield merchandise. 

(“He’s just so fat, Uncle Wayne!” Eddie laughed, squeezing the plush belly of a Garfield stuffed animal. “I want to be fat like him one day! Don’t you?”) 

As Eddie got older, their adventures stretched beyond the Hawkins city limits. Wayne took him to Indianapolis at least twice a year. Introduced him to music. Took him to see movies at the fancy cineplex in the city that sold a tub of popcorn bigger than Eddie’s head. He even promised to take Eddie to the colorful bar they always passed as soon as he turned 21. 

(“But that’s such a long time away,” Eddie had whined, grubby fingers pressed into the glass of the window as he peered inside. “Are you sure I can’t go in there now? They have an arcade machine! Those are for kids!”)

In the summers, Waynesday because Waynesweek. 

When Eddie was younger, they spent the week camping. Two sleeping bags side by side in a tent. They’d trade imaginative stories around a campfire and roast marshmallows until they were burnt to a crisp. The trips were hard on Wayne at first — bringing back memories of the war. But seeing Eddie smile and roll around in mud without a care in the world was worth every sleepless night. 

(“If I catch the frog, can I bring it home?” he shouted one summer, arms already elbow-deep in the swampy puddle. “I promise to take care of it!” 

“M’sure you would, boy,” Wayne said, cigarette between his lips. “But your ma would kill me if I let ya bring a frog into r’home. You know she’s afraid of ‘em.”)

Eventually, Eddie grew out of camping, and then their summer weeks were spent lounging in the trailer. They’d go days without leaving, living off of the groceries they stocked up on on the first day of Waynesweek. The couch always had a permanent butt dent after those weeks, but Wayne loved them all the same. Especially the ones that were spent hunched over board games and later hunched over scribbled-out notes and too many-sided die as Eddie explained some new, complex game to him. 

(“Okay, Uncle Wayne, so now that you made it to the fortress wall, you have to roll this one,” he said, passing Wayne a hexagon-looking dice. “And then whatever you get, we multiply it by the number here, and then if it’s high enough, you get to come inside.” 

“Now how come you can do multiplication in this game, but your ma says you got a bad grade on your last math test?” Wayne asked, brows raised as he rattled the die in his hands. 

“‘Cause school math is boring!” Eddie said, rolling those big brown eyes of his. “There’s no dragons in Ms. Tabbot’s class. Just boring old numbers!”)

Waynesday was a tradition Wayne held so near and dear to his heart that even after Evelyn unexpectedly passed away, Al landed himself permanently behind and Eddie ended up moving into Wayne’s trailer, he still kept up. 

Sure, things got a bit more complicated between them now that they saw each other every day, multiple times a day, with no breaks. They sure got on each other nerves a bit more.

(“Dammit, Eds,” Wayne cursed, tripping over a pair of Eddie’s boots thrown haphazardly in the middle of the hallway. “What’d I say about leavin’ these things lyin’ ‘round. They’ve got a home, put’m there.” 

“Fine,” Eddie groaned, coming out of his bedroom to pick up the shoes. “But then stop leaving your half-drank coffee cups in the bathroom! Why are you even taking it in there?”) 

And they fought, like most children do with the authority figures in their lives. 

(“That’s the second time Hop has let you off with a warning,” Wayne tsked, stalking behind Eddie as they climbed up the few steps to the trailer. “Neither of us are gonna be too nice if it happens again.” 

“You make it sound like I was stealing. I ditched one class. It’s no big deal.” 

“Those grades of yours say otherwise.” 

Eddie growled, rolling his eyes as he tore through the kitchen cabinets, looking for a snack. “This again? My grades are fine, Wayne. Okay. Stop worrying!”)

Sure, things were tough at times, but they also learned some important things about each, too. Things neither one of them thought they’d ever share in common with someone in Hawkins, Indiana. 

(“Where ya going, boy?” Wayne asked one night a few years ago when he walked into the trailer to find Eddie shoving random things into a duffle bag. The same duffle bag that Wayne had carefully placed in the backseat of the truck all those years ago when he picked up Eddie for the final time. 

“M’leaving,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. “And don’t even try to stop me, Wayne. Trust me, you’re not going to want me anymore.” 

A million and one things ran through Wayne’s head in that moment. Had Hopper caught Eddie ditching school again? Had he got his hands on that letter from Al ,Wayne had been hiding in the junk drawer? Was Eddie in some kind of trouble? Bigger trouble than ditching school and smoking pot at the quarry?” 

“Boy, what are you talkin’ about?” Wayne asked, stalking over to where Eddie was currently shoving tape after tape into the duffle bag. “M’always gonna want ya ‘round.” 

Eddie scoffed and kept his eyes trained on the tapes. It was easy for Wayne to see that Eddie was barely holding it together. The tapes shook in his hands and his growing hair did little to shield his red-rimmed eyes. 

“Eddie,” Wayne sighed, slowly lowering himself to the ground despite the protests of his body. “Come on, talk to me. Whatever it is, I’ll help you.” 

“You—you can’t. Not with this,” Eddie said, violently shaking his head. And then, in a moment of bravery, Eddie lifted his head and looked Wayne square in the eyes and said, “I’m gay, Wayne. Okay? That’s why m’leaving. And don’t even—“ 

Wayne cut Eddie off before he could finish whatever insult or wrong assumption was sure to follow. He pulled Eddie into his arms, tucked the boy’s head into the crook of his neck and held him tight. The same way he did all those years ago when he had to be the one to tell the boy that his ma had passed. And Eddie cried. Then and now. Big, fat, hot tears that soaked Wayne’s shirt. 

“Eds, boy, look at me,” Wayne said later when Eddie’s sobs had subsided into a steady stream of silent tears. “You ain’t going nowhere, okay? And you ain’t alone either. I know what you’re goin’ through. M’like you, too.” 

“Y-you, you’re gay?”  

“Yeah,” Wayne said after a painfully long moment. It was a truth he had never let himself think too much about. But now, sitting in the presence of his nephew, who was more like him than he originally thought. Well, now, Wayne thought it was time to accept that part of him. Especially if it would help his nephew. “Yeah, boy. M’gay.”)

So, yeah, living with Eddie full-time had its ups and downs. But no argument, even the ones that lasted days because they were both too stubborn to apologize, was going to stop them from celebrating Waynesday every third Wednesday of the month. Nor was Eddie’s newly minted twenty-year-old selfless heart that worried way too much about Wayne. But he can’t really fault the boy for that.

(“Wayne,” Eddie had sighed just last month. “We really don’t have to keep doing this. You should be able to rest on your one real day off of the month.” 

“Nonsense boy,” Wayne said, shooing Eddie off with the back of his hand. “Only thing I want to do on my day off s’spend time with you. Unless you’re too busy for your old uncle now.” 

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. “You know I always have time for you.”

“Good.” Wayne smiled. “Then get that boney ass of yours over here and let’s watch that movie you picked up before I get charged another late fee.”) 

Nothing had ever come in the way of their Waynesday tradition before, and Wayne sure as hell wasn’t going to let something break the tradition now.

“Hey, boy,” Wayne says, settling himself on the worn visitor chair in Eddie’s hospital room. “S’the 16th. Know what that means, right?” He pauses and waits for Eddie’s answer, which he knows isn’t coming. It’s been almost a month since he last heard Eddie speak, twenty days since he stumbled into Hawkins Memorial to find his nephew hooked up to machine after machine. But Wayne’s not giving up hope. Not even close. He’ll be sitting here ’til the cows come home.

“Yep,” he says eventually, patting Eddie’s IV-covered hand. “It’s Waynesday again. I’ll tell you what, time sure is gettin’ faster and m’getting older.” 

The steady, rhythmic beats of the machines keeping Eddie alive echo off the walls of the too-white room. Wayne listens to them for a moment, a weird sort of peace washing over him. S’long as they’re beeping, my boy’s still here, he thinks. 

Sighing, he reaches into the small backpack at his feet. The one he’s been carrying back and forth from the hospital when Eddie’s friends come to take the morning shift. He pulls out a blanket, shaking it out before draping it over his own body. And then he pulls out a worn paperback book. 

“Now, I know it’s been a while since we had one of those readin’ days you loved so much, but I thought maybe we could bring’m back,” he says, carefully opening the pages of the book. His hand traces down the first page, past the sticky finger stain of Eddie’s youth. “You best be patient with me, Eds. Y’know these names always trip me up. But m’gonna give it my best, okay?” 

Wayne pauses again, waiting for a response he knows he’s not going to get. And then he takes a deep breath and brings the book closer to his face. “In a hole in the ground there lives a h-hobbit.”

Eventually, the words start to blur together. Sentences turning into one long, giant word. And then, soon after, the letters start to blur too, until Wayne’s eyes are drooping and the book falls from his shaking hands into his awaiting lap. 

It’s not long after that Wayne’s soft snores fall into a steady rhythm with the beeping of Eddie’s machine. 

Beep. Snore. Beep. Snore. Beep. Snore. 

And so it goes for several hours until—

Beep, beep, beepbeepbeepbeep. 

Wayne shoots out of the chair, wobbly feet struggling to find their footing as he turns to the bed. Eddie’s lying there, like he always is, except this time, his big brown eyes stare back at him. Full of life and love and fear as he reaches a weak, shaky hand up to claw at the tube shoved down his throat. 

He doesn’t remember calling for the nurse, but they rush into the room in an instant. Circling Eddie’s bed like an animal stalking its prey. Its minutes of chaos. Nurses running to fetch doctors. Machines beeping erratically. Alarms blaring. Orders being shouted left and right.

Someone is crying, Wayne thinks, as his ears cut through the cacophony of noise when he’s pushed into the hallway. Oh it’s me, he realizes as he reaches a hand up to his tearstained cheeks. 

And then, just as quickly as it started, the chaos dies down and Wayne is let back into the room. Just Wayne and Eddie. Alone. Alive. Together. 

He doesn’t wait a moment longer and wedges himself onto the small hospital bed next to Eddie, wrapping his arms around his frail nephew. 

“D-d-did I miss it?” Eddie stutters out.

With a gruff laugh and a tearful glance at the watch on his wrist, Wayne turns to Eddie and smiles. “No, son, you made it just in time.” He twists his arm, showing Eddie the watch. The big hand points almost completely at the 12. The smaller hand settled perfectly over the 58th tick. 

“Our streak continues,” Eddie whispers before his eyes flutter shut, and his body falls into its first machineless slumber in twenty days. 

#eddiemonth #wayne munson #wayne munson fic #wayne munson ficlet #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson ficlet #eddie munson & wayne munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #dani writes

[babydollmarauders]

Omg obsessed with the new au

Does Jack ever wear one of those baby carriers that you like strap on to you? Imagine him walking around home or the store with it on!

i also have no idea if this was just a general question or a blurb, so i’ll be doing both for this one as well!

but he 100% does! he mostly uses it at home because he doesn’t take el out by himself too often, but when he does it’s usually on a morning where he doesn’t have practice and he’s letting y/n sleep in. so he’ll wear the baby carrier and take her with him to go grab breakfast from a bakery or go to the store and whatnot. and he doesn’t try to get one of the “manly” ones, he just uses the baby pink one that y/n uses with el and he absolutely just flaunts it!

———

it’s not often that i don’t wake up to a crying baby. El has a messy sleep schedule, usually waking up at 7am crying for a feeding, and then falls back asleep until around 10:30am. which means i get to go back to sleep for a couple more hours.

Jack is usually gone by the time she actually wakes up for the day. morning skates and practices making sure he leaves around 10am at the latest. but every once in a while, he has an off day.

today is one of those days.

i wake up to a silent apartment. Jack is absent from our bed, El missing from her crib when i go to check on her, which lets me know that he has her.

stepping back out into the hallway, i pass Luke’s closed door, his snores passing the wood and reaching my ears, causing a chuckle to pass from my lips. i continue to the living room, finding it empty.

it’s at this time that i hear the front door open and shut, Jack stepping into my line of sight. he holds a to-go bag in one hand, the logo of our favorite bakery printed on the brown paper, and a drink holder in the other, three cups snug inside it. El is propped in the pink baby carrier in his chest, her little hand reaching up and playing with the stubble on her fathers face.

“hey love, when did you wake up?” Jack asks me, beelining for the kitchen. he stops for a quick second as he passes me, pressing a kiss to my lips before continuing his course to the kitchen and dropping the bag of pastries on the counter. he places the drink holder carefully on the counter beside it.

he smiles down at the 7 month old strapped to his chest, taking her hand from his jaw and bringing it to his lips to place a kiss to her tiny fingers.

“just a couple minutes ago.” i tell him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “you got breakfast?”

“yep!” he pulls an old fashioned donut out of the bag and sets it on a napkin for me before pulling a cup out of the holder. “donut and an iced caramel macchiato.”

i step over to the counter taking the items from him and pulling him in for a kiss. it doesn’t take more than a second for a little hand to wiggle it’s way between our lips, grabbing at Jack’s and making us both laugh.

“oh, you don’t like when we do that?” i tease El, sticking my fingers down to lightly tickle her neck, successfully making giggles bubble out of her.

i step back, taking a sip of my coffee and just admiring the sight of Jack, our daughter attached to his chest as he goes about his morning.

“i actually got you three donuts.” my husband tells me, pulling two more pastries out of the bag and sticking them on a plate.

i grin, setting my drink and food on the counter and cupping his face.

“oh you love me.” i tease. “you really love me.”

“was that not clear when i, ya know, vowed my love to you last year?” he laughs, leaning to press another kiss to my lips, careful to not bump El against my chest.

“eh. that was a little hazy. but this? this, has banished any of my doubts.” i joke and he shakes his head, chuckling at my words. i let my hands drop from his face and he takes that chance to step back.

“should we go wake up uncle Luke?” Jack looks down at El. “let’s go wake him up. see how cranky he gets!”

i chuckle as i watch him walk down the hallway, whispering to the baby in the carrier on his chest, predicting how Luke will react at his wake up call.

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #ask faithlynn ✨

[babygirlandmommy496]

What is it like to be a 7/8 month old what do u do as daily routine to stay that little

We don't follow a strict daily schedule since everyday looks different, but we try to follow our nursing routine and baby acts her age when we are in head space.

❤️ a ton of tummy time

❤️ nursing 🤱🏻

❤️ trying to"new" foods for baby (she started solids)

❤️ bath time

❤️ sensory play

❤️ music time

❤️ mommy also does a ton of just talking to baby- talking about weather, shapes, our body, ect.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Broken Fan - Chapter 1

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Growing up was never easy for me, but finally I may have found some light in my very dark world.

Warnings: Mentions of death, parents death, mentions of abuse, homelessness, anxiety, ect

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Do you ever feel like if you disappeared today, nobody would notice? The world wouldn't stop, your disappearance wouldn't be plastered on milk cartons or across news channels, nobody would even know or care. That was my life. Nobody knew me, or cared for me. Nobody noticed me, not really. I was a ghost, an invisible presence left alone, all alone.

My parents died when I was a baby, I was too young to remember who they were or what happened really. I know what my Aunt told me, they wanted a night to themselves, so she babysat me. Around 4 in the morning she received a phone call saying that they passed away, asleep in their beds when the fire took their lives.

I don't even remember having parents, I have photographs of us together, but their faces are unknown to me. I didn't know them, I didn't get the chance.

After the fire, I stayed with my Aunt. Things were weird there. She'd look at me with such heartbreak and disgust and I had no idea why. I was just a kid, what did I do?

But I must have done something wrong, because when I turned 6 she told me she couldn't take care of me anymore, and the next morning two kind people packed me in their car and drove me away. I never saw my Aunt again.

My first foster home was alright, I was happy for a little bit. There were a lot of kids in the house, various ages, both sexes. I didn't like the kids too much. They were loud and annoying, and hyper. They always wanted to play stupid games like hide and seek, or tag. I didn't want to play dumb games, I wanted something real. I wanted to connect, to have somebody next to me.

And eventually, I did.

Henry, my foster dad, was always there for me. He actually cared about me, noticed me, heard me. He would spend hours at night reading me fairy tales until I fell asleep, and during the day he'd teach me things like how to ride a bike or read.

I had an actual connection with him, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had, and I loved him more than anybody. I thought I finally had somebody permeant in my life, but I was wrong.

My foster mom Sandy didn't like me. She hated the fact that her husband had his attention on me, and she thought it was strange for a six year old to bond with an older man rather than the children all around me. She said it wasn't healthy.

So he was taken away from me. After many tears shed and heartbreaking hugs, I said goodbye to the only person who's ever seen me for me, and moved to a new foster home.

The new home was horrible. The parents weren't friendly, and I was the only child in their care. I was forced to follow their schedule which consisted of three boring things, every day.

Cleaning, school, homework, food, bed. No reading fairy tales, no riding my bike, no playing with toys.

I hated it there. I felt so alone, so invisible. So I left. I ran away thinking I'd be better off somewhere else. But as a 7 year old girl, I didn't get very far and as soon as I returned, things got bad.

At first, it was the belt. My foster dad would smack my arms hard, than my legs, sometimes my face if I was a bad enough kid. If I cried or continued to disobey, the belt was replaced with his palms. This happened for years, non stop torture.

I didn't stop trying to run away, every few months I'd take off, praying that nobody would find me, they'd leave me alone but everytime I was brought back and beaten worse.

Finally, the parent's gave up on me and I went to another home. But I was so angry, so filled with anxiety and rage that I drove away anybody who could possibly care for me.

By the time I was 18, I had been in 13 Foster homes. My last one wasn't too bad, but I didn't talk, I barely ate, I didn't connect. I didn't want another Henry situation. I didn't want to care about others because I knew they'd leave me.

And I was right.

On my 18th Birthday, my present was a knock at my door from my parents telling me I've aged out and I need to leave. I received a check to get me started, a bag of food, and a cell phone, than I was left alone.

The money wasn't much, definetly not enough to get an apartment so I decided to get a car instead. I ended up using all my money to buy a crappy little Honda Civic and I've called it my home ever since.

Sleeping in my car wasn't half bad, I had my own space, I didn't need to listen to anybody or share it with anybody, it was all mine.

One night I parked beside a motel that had free Wifi, and I was bored so I decided to find something to watch, I never really watched TV or movies, but tonight I wanted to.

The first show I found was something called Supernatural, and for some reason I felt a connection, like something was telling me to watch it.

God, am I happy that I did.

The show felt like home, it gave me something to look forward to, something to provide me comfort on the hardest of days. I felt connected, like I knew the characters and I was living their life.

And one of the characters, Dean.. He awoke something inside of me that I never knew was there. He made me feel like I wasn't crazy, that life was hard but I needed to keep going.

The more I watched, the more I started to feel like I belonged somewhere. The show pulled me out of the darkness slowly, convincing me that life was better if I was here to live it. It gave me hope. It allowed me to breathe again.

Today is my 25th birthday, and I was celebrating like I always did, drinking beer in my car and listening to music while mindlessly scrolling through a page for Supernatural fans.

I froze when I glanced about an article about Supernatural's newest convention, which happened to be a few hours from where I lived. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about going, people like me don't go to shows or events like this, but I needed this. I really needed it.

I checked my bank account and nearly leaped with joy when I realized I had enough for a ticket, living in my car finally payed off.

Without hesitation, I bought a ticket for the convention and for the first time, I felt excited. I felt hope beaming inside of me. I could finally be surrounded with people with similar interests, and feel normal for once. Hopefully.

The next morning, I walked into the office building I worked at, and made my boss Brad a coffee, like he always expected. Knocking on his door, I took a deep breath before entering, walking towards his marble desk and placing the coffee on the table.

He nodded before taking the cup in his hand and sipping it, like he always did. His eyes flickered up towards me when he noticed I haven't left yet.

"Do you need something?" He asked.

I swallowed hard and stepped closer to the desk, "I just wanted to ask you something if you had a moment."

He nodded for me to go on and I shook off the anxiety nearly suffocating me. Confidence, I need to have confidence.

"I was wondering if I could take a week off starting Friday evening, there's somewhere I need to go out of town."

He stared back at me, the silence was suffocating, the tension high. He shook his head and looked back down to the papers scattered across his desk.

"No, sorry that won't work."

It felt like a punch to my gut, I haven't taken one day off, I constantly worked overtime, I did everything and anything for this ass, and I can't take some time off?

I swallowed down the nerves and sat in the chair in front of his desk, noting the way he stared at me confused. "Sir, all due respect I have been working non stop for the past 7 months and I have never asked for a day off, I've never taken a sick day and I always have my work done, all I need is-"

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand was raised, eyes locked on mine. "I said no Y/N, is that all?"

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I stood from my spot, making my way towards the door. Anger was bubbling through my system and I felt like I couldn't breath.

I turned quickly and sighed, "Actually, there's one more thing."

He scoffed and looked up towards me, awaiting my response. I swallowed hard and frowned, "I am not going to be back tomorrow, I quit."

His mouth dropped open and he stared back in shock, but I didn't stay long to hear whatever response he was going to throw at me. I rushed as fast as I could out of the building back to my car. I slammed the door as the tears rushed down my face.

What did I do? Why did I quit my job for a convention? What the hell was so special about this damn show.

I finally let go of all the feelings I was holding onto, bursting into sobs of pain and frustration. Life was harsh and unforgiving, every moment of hope was washed away.

The only thing I had left was the convention, and even than I was clearly going to be the outcast, the weird girl who looks like she's never showered or slept a day in her life.

Maybe it would be okay. Maybe things would be different here, the fans seem nice enough online, why wouldn't they be in person?

And if Dean Winchester was still inside Jensen, I knew he wouldn't look at me like I was garbage, if he ever even noticed me.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 2 coming soon stay tuned!

Like, comment, and reblog, feedback is my fuel 💕

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[romanarose]

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖

How are the couples in the Leather and Lace universe celebrating? (or are they celebrating at all???)

Sorry this is so late! I hope you had a great day! Forgive my typing my laptop took a shit on me on v day so Im typing on an unfamiliar one lol

Warms my heart people still care about this universe!!!!

I have Leather and Lace Valentine’s Day special from last year!

As for the whole gang, let’s see….

This will be a brief sneak peek into the future, as canonically the universe is at abouuuttt June/julyish? There’s some creative liberty there😂

Previous day there was no Lore, and I think everyone wants lore ♥️ and by the time next v day comes, there will be no Alice and Ben will be happy with Cam so, welcome to the LaL universe Cameron!!

Mentions of addiction bulimia abuse smut

Santi and Laci

All the cutesy. Santi knows Lacina is a lover of cheesy romance so last year it was dinner. However now they have a baby. Doesn’t mean romance is dead however! After their strain over the summer Santi refuses to let Laci feel less than, esp after giving birth to Leto.

Leto is a few months old, I think approaching 6 months, and Laci has just started back at work. When she comes home, Santi has the whole dinner set up with candles and lights. Laci feels bad when she has to pause dinner to feed Leto but Santi thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than his wife breastfeeding his son. His heart is so full and happy, he couldn’t imagine a better day, even as he burps the tiny baby.

Of course, Laci isn't going to forget him either. Laci buys him the first bouquet of flowers he's gotten outside of his mom and Fatima's deaths. And, ofc, bc it's them, they make love that night. Laci is tired but they do their fav none intercourse activity and do hand stuff while making out. It always feels intimate and close.

Frankie and Jana

Just because they've been together more or less 15 years, doesn't mean Jana isn't slacking on making sure Frankie, and year and a half clear despite the stress of two children, feels loved. He's so good to her, going above and beyond during her pregnancy, finishing her doctorate, and handling both a newborn and a 3 year old. Jana was not the type of woman to congratulate a man on doing basic parenting, but christ he was amazing. Both were still on maternity leave, little Max being maybe 2 months old? Ish? Frankie would be going back to work part time soon just to keep a schedule, but would largely be a stay at home dad. She knew it wasn't easy and wanted to make sure he was so, so loved. So, under the guise of feeding Max, Jana sneaks out of the room and gets working on breakfast.

"Hi mommy, are you making me pancakes?" A sleepy Rosie toddled out in her doc McStuffins PJ's"

"Lo siento mija, did I wake you?"

"No." Rosie shook her head. Quería saludar a Max pero estaba durmiendo."

"Ah, I see. Would you like to help me cook for daddy?"

Rosie excitedly said yes, and after little bit they brought Frankie breakfast in bed. His eyes woke with a start, still protective of Jana even though she was past the 6 weeks of a c-section recovery.

"Baby, what are you-" he started to stand but as instructed Rosie ran up and pinned him down. Rosie explained the food they made while Jana got a crying Max. When all four were settled into bed, they eat together, Frankie feeding Jana as she breastfed Max. And don't you worry, once Max and Rose were down for a nap, Frankie gave Jana her Valentines Day gift. about 6 or 7 of them.

Will and Lorelei

Lore and Will had no issues giving Chloe away for a few hours.

Make no mistake, they adored their daughter, Lore loving to watch Chloe learn knew things about the world around her and Will was so wonderful when he played with her. Chloe would never have to wonder her worth the way Lorelei and Will did, they'd protect her the best they could from what they and their friends had endured.

No they loved Chloe Sen. However, they were comfortable taking time off. Lorelei had given birth in late July, and had a speedy recovery, making a mile run two weeks postpartum. This was not because of her eating issues (okay maybe baby weight was a small factor but she was working on it, okay?) more importantly, she needed to be ready to help run the farm for harvest season. Mrs. Miller would be watching Chloe Sen tonight for a few hours while Will took Lore out to dinner just as she had over harvest.

Lorelei had never been somewhere so fancy. She was dressed up in a dress Will said was "fit to attend the Oscar's with James Dean" never mind Dean's Oscar win was posthumous, but the compliment felt nice. Lorelei loved the traditional schtick, even if she told him she didn't need anything, that having a family was enough. Will, of course, would never let that slide. He also bought her jewelry, and he was the first man who didn't fumble that bag, getting her a classy tennis bracelet that matched her silvery dress. Lorelei's red dress was not fitting right with her breastfeeding boobs, and once thing about Lorelei Yen Giang, she did not where pink.

Lorelei's gift surprised Will. Not that Lorelei couldn't be sweet or tender; Lorelei always showed Will her love in her own love language, but gift giving was not one. She gives him a framed picture, something Laci had snapped at the beach day last summer. Lorelei wasn't showing in her swimsuit yet, Will had his shirt on. Despite the tension of those early months, Lorelei had forgotten how much she and Will still had fun. They were sitting on beach towels, Lorelei's head thrown back laughing, black hair cascading down. Will was grinning ear to ear.

"I love it, Lore..." Will says, smiling brightly.

If Lorelei didn't have make up on, she'd be blushing.

"I love you, William. I know there were so many reservations from my side early on but all these months later, you prove me wrong every single day. You are exactly the kind of man I saw you as, no tricks, no games."

Will kissed her tenderly. "And you, princess, blow me away every single day."

There was no sex that night, Chloe not having fallen asleep for her grandma nor a few hours after, keeping them both up. But Lorelei feel asleep with her loving boyfriends arms around her, and that was enough.

Benny and Cameron.

It was all so new. Being the off season, Ben and Cam were somewhere in Arizona, fucking the entire day away in Cam's van. Ben was still worried about the other ball dropping, for something in Cam to switch. For him to leave again or for him to hurt him like Alice. Things weren't easy peasy; Ben was still relapsing on bulimia and drinking, but the recovery periods were getting longer and Cam was always quick to assure him relapse is a normal part of recovery. Frankie quit coke cold turkey, but that's because he had a scare. it'd take Ben some time, but Cam would be there every step.

As soon as Cam woke after a long nap to Ben in the kitchenette, listening to him clanging around trying to cook he knew Ben was having a bad day. When he opened the curtain to find the living space/kitchen a massive mess, with food everywhere in Ben's attempt at cooking and a table set up of half-made crafts, he knew it was Ben's ADHD. He was trying to get Ben to warm up to the idea of trying meds again, but once step at a time.

"Baby?" Cam called, and Ben wiped around, eyes wide as he began sputtering.

"I'm sorry! Im sorry I was trying to make breakfast and also this craft I saw on printers and also this other one then the bacon was burning and-"

"Baby, can I hold you?"

Ben blinked at him, looking nervous. He wasn't used to people asking if they could touch him. "Oh. Um... no I don't think so."

Cam smiled, happy Ben felt comfortable enough, trusted him enough to communicate. "Thank you for telling me. Benny, does this have something to do with Valentine's Day?"

He hesitated but admitted yes. "I love you so goddamn much Cam and we've been on the road so I haven't hardly been aware the month let alone the year... Then all of a sudden I wake up and its the 14th and you've been just... just the fucking best. I don't want you to feel like I don't appreciate you..."

Cameron listened until he was sure Ben was done. "Would it help if we just... pretended today was another day? I swear, just you being here..."

"No! Cam let me do something nice for you."

"Something nice for me," He started slowly. "Is you being nice to yourself. Listen, my birthday is coming up, if you really want to, not saying you have to, but if you really want to you can go all out that day. But what I really, really want..." He reached out his hands, which Ben took. "Is to eat this burnt bacon, tape this half-made craft to my wall, and then get back into bed with the love of me life that I thought I'd never get to hold again. What do you think."

Ben paused, allowing himself to absorb Cam's words. Cam din't want anything from him outside of his love, fidelity, and company. He didn't want ben's money, didn't want him to change or hide self, and although they certainly had fantastic sex, if Ben wasn't feeling it he could say no, but Cam usually picked up on it before hand.

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good..."

"Good." Cam smiled and reached behind Ben. "I like my bacon extra crispy."

*******

Happy v day!!!!

tagging a few peeps who still interact with the all universe

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @ivystoryweaver @pimosworld @miraclesabound @poeedameronn@itspdameronthings @whatthefishh

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[postwarlevi]

First child self ship

I'm going to try to do one big SS a month like I used to. I hope you want to do this one!

Um so this is not about pregnancy so skipping that part. Think of this as 0 to 1 year or so :) If you like it maybe we can do more like this!

Also if you're not tagged you are still welcome to do this! I never know who wants to be tagged.

Who are you shipping with?

1 Is it a boy or girl (twins?!) and their name(s) and what you call them.

2 How did you come up with their name?

3 What was their first word?

4 What is their favorite toy and / or activity?

5 What tv show / movie do they watch repeatedly?

6 What is their favorite baby food / meal?

7 What is their favorite bedtime story?

8 What finally gets them to sleep after crying all night?

9 Who caves easier when they cry?

10 Who is the stricter parent?

11 What is your favorite activity to do as a family?

12 Who was their first friend outside the household?

13 Who does more of the gross things? (change diaper)

14 How was the first time you left them with someone (and who was it?)

15 Any future children planned?

my answers below the cut!

I'm guessing these will get long so use the read more, and also please don't repost without the original.

Who are you shipping with?

My modern love, Jean

1 Is it a boy or girl (twins?!) and their name(s).

It's a girl! Jane Eloise. We both call her our little princess a lot. Otherwise it's Jane.

2 How did you come up with their name?

I wanted something classic and nothing was hitting with Jean, then I suggested Jane and he thought it sounded like Jean and immediately liked it. I like longer syllables names with shorter ones and we both liked that Eloise is close to Eliza :)

3 What was their first word?

After thinking it was going to be dada, one day our pup Murphy came into the room and she clear as day said dog! Jean was heartbroken LOL

4 What is their favorite toy and / or activity?

Playing on her play pad with Murphy is her favorite activity. She coos at him and bats at the toys, and he is so protective over her and alerts us if she tries to roll off. Her favorite toy is a a little stuffed grey rabbit from her aunt Sasha.

5 What tv show / movie do they watch repeatedly?

She adores Snow White! It's the sweetest thing. Not even the witch scares her! We're kind of picky about shows so she goes old school with Sesame Street. We're not quite sick of either just yet.

6 What is their favorite baby food / meal?

She loves banana baby food and we can make that ourselves easily. She now also loves oatmeal. When we mix them together her face lights up at the taste.

7 What is their favorite bedtime story?

She loves when her daddy reads anything. She loves the sound of his voice. Goodnight Moon is probably the favorite though.

8 What finally gets them to sleep after crying all night?

Walking in place while holding her. It can be either of us but she goes to sleep faster for me. It's tiring at 3am but at least I get my exercise! We just ordered an automatic swing and hope that helps!

9 Who caves easier when they cry?

It's a toss up, we're both a little soft. Being our first child we kind of coddle her. I think Jean caves faster though, but not by much.

10 Who is the stricter parent?

Again, a toss up. I was a little more pushy about Jane bottle feeding when she was old enough, but Jean tries to stick to the schedule more. It depends.

11 What is your favorite activity to do as a family?

Walks in the park! Jane can be sleeping the whole time if it's a quiet morning or more alert in the evening before bed and we point out wildlife and she loves watching the squirrels and daddy Jean play around with pup Murphy.

12 Who was their first friend outside the household?

She has lots of friends now but technically her first play time was with @charlotteplsdosth and Reiners baby girl at their house where we put soft toys down and let them interact side by side. (you can have a totally different answer that's fine LOL)

13 Who does more of the gross things? (change diaper)

Jean does a lot. It's really sweet actually. He knows my gag reflex is non existent so does more of those type things, while also complaining a bit haha.

14 How was the first time you left them with someone (and who was it?)

We left her with uncle Levi and his wife and child. We knew they'd take good care of her and we could have an afternoon to ourselves but we kept checking our phones and it was difficult that first time. After a handful of times with them and then Jeans mom, we calmed down.

15 Any future children planned?

Um, yes. We already know we're having another girl! Lavinia Claire! And Jean is already telling me we're going to be trying for a boy at some point. No matter what I'm done after three though!

tagging: no pressure if it's not your thing!

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[franciskirkland]

What is your daily routine?

Bon matin, mon cheri(e)!

Thank you for this interesting question, I will try to give you a little insight into my very busy life as Mrs. Kirkland, aka Maman 🥰💞

You might ask me, François, do you ever get a moment of free time? The truth is, I do make plenty of time to relax, and nap when the babies nap. And I'm a skilled multitasker! When I'm not cooking, housekeeping, or tending to the children, I practice self-care, as in maintaining my appearance, and engage in my own hobbies.

The day starts around 6 am. From the moment I wake up I have a trail of Kirklands following me, and they all want Maman's attention! First, I make sure the youngest children are fed and changed, and cook up a big breakfast for everyone while Arthur gets ready for work. I then make lunches for my husband and our three oldest boys.

Once everyone eats, I take a moment to get ready myself - say a prayer, trim my stubble, have a latté. Some days I change out of my pajamas, most of the time I cannot be bothered, but no matter how I look, I send my man off to work with a big kiss!

It is around 8:30 that my four big boys leave, and the younger three are at home with me. Michelle will be starting school next year! Jeanne is only three months old, so a lot of my time revolves around her feeding schedule. Baby girl nurses every four hours or sometimes more. Artie Jr. mostly eats solid food but I will feed him if he wants.

My days are filled with laughter and snuggles and little adventures. We play outside in the yard, do art projects, even go for short walks. I love to read to my babies as well, Michelle is already reading independently. And when Daddy's not home, we only speak French!

Running errands can be complicated when there's so many of us. I avoid driving as much as possible, I'm not very good at so it just doesn't feel safe to me. Usually I take advantage of grocery delivery, but if we need to go out, we do it together.

The twins pick Peter up from school and they are home around 3. They often have homework or other activities to do. I check in with Peter and ask him how his day was, then put the youngest two down for a nap while he and Michelle play together. It's at this time that I start dinner so that I can have it on the table when Artie gets home!

When Daddy's home, around 6 pm, we all greet him with another big kiss and then eat dinner together. Sometimes the twins won't be around because of work or other obligations, but when they are it's a family affair. We all say grace, have conversations, and they help me tidy up afterwards!

Once that is done, it's usually quieter. We have some downtime. The little ones can be unpredictable but we're experienced parents, we have managed to streamline the bedtime routine. At about 8 or 8:30, I attempt to get Artie Jr. to sleep, whatever it takes. Sometimes he wants to be in Mama and Daddy's bed. While I'm wrangling my very clingy toddler, Arthur tucks Peter and Michelle in with a story.

Finally, I feed and change Jeanne and rock her until she's sleeping soundly. Then hubby and I snuggle up in bed together. We are usually asleep by 10 to be ready for the day ahead, I get around 7 hours of beauty sleep a night between midnight feedings.

Weekends are more relaxed. For Saturday, the twins are either at work or they will take the midde siblings out so that Arthur and I can unwind and spend some quality time together. On Sundays, we go to church as a family and I like to have company over, my best friends Toni and Gil, or Ludwig and Feli. Often all at once!

I hope this was interesting to you!

Amitiés sincères,

- François⚜️🌹💖

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[stormanbates]

Donnie's Tantrums

Holy crap, this took forever! I have autism, and so I had to ask my mom what I was like when I went to daycare and babysitters' houses and I copied those stories to fit Donnie, except for the picky eating part. I wasn't that much of a picky eater as a kid, I pretty much ate everything I was told, except for foods that were too smooth, or had a lot of spices, and I was a pretty plain eater. Now that I'm an adult and can cook for myself, I've expanded my tastes. Unfortunately the same cannot be said about my oldest nephew, who is FAMOUS for being our family's pickiest eater. He's got the same tastes that Donnie has in this chapter. Peanut butter sandwiches, oatmeal, chocolate, plain pasta, and fruit is all this kid eats. Enjoy the story!

The Hidden City Daycare prides itself on making sure every toddler that visits their facility is safe, taught the value of friendship, and is taken care of well. Mrs. Calabash, head caretaker of the baby and toddler rooms, took great pride in making sure her room ran like a well oiled machine.

Donnie, even at 26 months, 1 week, 4 days, 7 hours, and 29 minutes old, loved efficiency.

Unless it interferes with his own interests.

The soft shelled turtle was on the spectrum, and had a very specific way of doing things and had to keep his routine on check.

And what happened if that didn't happen?

Donnie was usually a calm turtle, but when pushed, he wouldn't hesitate to bring the water works and throw himself on the floor in a tantrum. And when that happened, Mrs. Calabash would put him in a playpen adjacent to the play area so he could finish his tantrum, mainly to keep the other children from getting hurt from his thrashing body.

Donnie couldn't help it. He needed schedules. Routines kept him sane. And it didn't help that everyday Mrs. Calabash had something new for the kids she took care of.

In the short few months he had been going to daycare, he noticed different activities happening, such as a guest coming in to read a story to the infants, Mr. Kimpchi playing his guitar to soothe the little ones to sleep, or even Miss Yu bringing a new food for the tots to try during snack time.

But Mrs. Calabash would also do things out of order, and THAT would make Donnie lose his mind.

It just felt wrong when what he called "stacking block time" was switched with "music time".

Today was one of those days.

Donnie liked to start his day at daycare with some light reading. His twin, Leo, was more of a free spirit and wanted to play with his closest brother.

"Pway with me, Don!" Leo begged, tugging on his onesie.

Donnie retaliated by shoving his brother away, hating being touched. "No!" He yelled.

Leo pouted a bit, but decided to leave Donnie to do his boring stuff, and went to do something else.

Donnie picked a book on the shelf and began to read it. His brothers don't know it yet, but Donnie can read a little.

Splinter read to them every night and Donnie picked it up fast. He knew his ABCs and some simple words like "Dad", "Book", "Juice", "Bath", "iPad", and simple phrases like "I don't wanna take a nap", "I want the purple one", and most importantly "I don't like being touched!"

Donnie finished his book, and went to pick up the next one: a book about a little rabbit who dreamed of being in the Battle Nexus, when Mrs. Calabash stopped him.

"No, no, Donatello, we're going to read that book at storytime."

Donnie held onto the book that Mrs. Calabash tried to take from him, whining.

"We're about to switch play areas, why don't you play with the stacking blocks?"

That sent Donnie into a fit. The purple masked turtle immediately began to scream and threw himself forward, sobbing as he did.

Mrs. Calabash just rolled her 3 eyes before using a tentacle to pick up Donnie.

"Stop this behavior, or you go into time out. Which one will it be?"

Her choices made Donatello even more angry and he screamed louder.

"Very well." She said as she slithered towards the playpen. The dreaded playpen.

Donnie pouted. He didn't get it; throwing a fit always worked on Dad.

It was true. Splinter was a bit of a softie when it came to his autistic son. When he read up on the condition, he understood that tantrums were a way of children on the spectrum to express their feelings. Splinter couldn't stand his son's crying, so he usually just gave in to whatever Purple wanted.

But not a childcare veteran like Mrs. Calabash. She'd seen kids like Donnie come and go and this was how she ran things. No child, on the spectrum or not, was going to run her daycare.

So, Donnie was plopped into the playpen.

"You stay here until you calm down."

Before they were mutated, Donnie wasn't a good climber. And even after his mutation, he still wasn't good. The top of the playpen seemed as tall as a building compared to Raph's back, which Donnie crawled over often.

No matter how hard he tried, Donnie couldn't reach the top bars and landed on his behind every time.

Thank goodness for diapers being so thick, or else he would've landed on what Leo calls "the Nards". He did once during a tantrum at bathtime, and he never wanted to do that again; it was so painful.

Donnie kicked the bars, which made him cry again. Mrs. Calabash ignored him.

Donnie continued his tantrum until he eventually calmed down, reduced to whimpers.

"Well, Donatello, I think we're feeling a whole lot better now, aren't we?" A pinkish-purple tentacle lifted up the soft shell turtle and placed him onto the floor.

"Now go play."

Donnie obeyed.

He went to his second favorite activity: building.

The area where babies and toddlers gather around to build things with Legos was crowded, but Donnie managed to find a spot and started to pick up pieces.

Another issue with Donnie was that he hated being touched.

And toddlers and babies didn't understand boundaries.

When a 2 year old kitten yokai reached across Donnie's lap to reach for a brightly colored pink Lego piece, he freaked out and said one of his well-known sentences.

"I don't like being touched!"

And the purple masked turtle forgot about the rule about pushing.

Don't push.

The kitten fell on a small pile of legos and began crying, alerting Mrs. Calabash.

Immediately, a frog yokai child old enough to tattle told Mrs. Calabash what happened.

"Donnie pushed Selene!"

"She touching me!" Donnie argued.

"Donatello, we don't push. Tell her you're sorry."

Donnie, still reeling from the time out he received not even 3 minutes ago, obeyed.

"Sowry!" He said, quickly.

"It otay!" Selene said before toddling off.

"Story time! Whoever wants me to read to them, come to the carpet."

Donnie wanted a story, so he sat down with other children that wanted to hear a story. Other children who wanted to keep playing just kept playing, like Raph, who was playing with his teddy, and Leo, who was riding a tricycle around the room.

Mikey crawled towards his older brother and climbed into his lap. Donnie allowed it. Mikey was usually content during storytime.

As Mrs. Calabash read to the children, Donnie listened intently and Mikey suckled his fingers.

"And the Samarai Rabbit beat the Turducken, and cheers filled the Battle Nexus Arena, so the Rabbit felt at peace, knowing he won his first battle. And the Rabbit lived happily ever after. The end."

Mrs. Calabash noticed Donnie raise his hand. Though difficult to deal with at times, she knew he was curious, like a school aged child.

"Yes, Donnie?"

"Dat's not twue. The Rabbit didn't beat up the Turducken, Wou Jitsu did." The turtle said.

Mrs. Calabash sighed. "Donnie, this is a storybook, not a history book. And Lou Jitsu hasn't fought in the Battle Nexus in years, so you shouldn't take things so seriously."

Donnie pouted, then he decided to get up to do something else...

only to make Mikey tumble to the ground, where the orange masked baby turtle started to wail, more in shock than pain.

"Donatello!"

"I wanted him off my lap!" He argued.

Mrs. Calabash scooped up Donnie and Mikey in her tentacles.

"Your daddy will hear about this, young man. Off to the corner."

Mrs. Calabash once again, placed Donnie in the playpen, then left to comfort Mikey.

Donnie felt frustrated. This was the third time he had gotten in trouble and the second time he'd been to time out.

Daddy was not going to be happy.

A sudden uncomfortable feeling took Donnie from his thoughts and he looked down at his lower region. Disgust grew on his face in a grimace and he began to wail.

When Mrs. Calabash noticed he wouldn't stop crying, and that it wasn't his "I'm in time out" cry, but rather a cry that meant he needed something, she went to him.

Before she could ask what was wrong, she saw that he had unpopped the buttons on his onesie; a habit he did when he was wet. And just to be sure, she checked.

"Oh, my! Looks like somebody needs a dry diaper!" She said, feeling sympathy for the crying tot.

Donnie was given a book to flip through while Mrs. Calabash searched the diaper bag Splinter had given her that morning. Finding the appropriate items for cleaning up "Mister Soggy Pants" that was laying on her changing table was easy, and she got started.

Donnie was distracted by the flip book and paid no attention to her as she cleaned him up. He felt it was quite nice to not be cold and wet "down there".

"All done!" She said, closing the baby powder cap with one tentacle and buttoning up his onesie with another.

Donnie was put down and was allowed to play. He just played alone; it was better than getting in trouble for establishing boundaries.

But not long after, Mrs. Calabash placed him at the snack table. Donnie chose saltine crackers, flavorless juice and some fruit gummies for his snack.

"Nom noms?"

Donnie turned and saw Mikey, with his mouth open; a sign he was asking for a bite of his food.

Donnie gave him a fruit snack and Mikey was content.

Donnie's autism doesn't stop at social cues, it also involves food and sleep.

This snack was all Donnie ate at Daycare. At home, he ate only oatmeal in the morning, had his snack and lunch at daycare (where lunch was a packed plain peanut butter sandwich, 7 cheese crackers and a bottle of formula), and only one bite of whatever Splinter cooked for himself and the two older boys, followed by Donnie's usual dinner at home, which was usually plain macaroni or plain cheese pizza.

Mrs. Calabash prides herself on giving the children a variety of foods to eat at snack time, and plenty of picky eaters that are in her care found at least one thing they liked that wasn't part of their normal diet. But Donnie wasn't a normal child; he was a mutant and not a yokai, he was a breed of turtle that mostly ate meat and vegetation, and he was on the spectrum.

So, Donnie ate his crackers and juice and touched nothing else.

In his mind, not only were most of the things on the snack table inedible because of his condition's natural fear of the unknown, but he also believed they were contaminated by other children's germs.

Mrs. Calabash chalked it up to "we all have wins and we all have losses" and brushed it off. Sooner or later this mutant child will grow out of his pickiness.

After he ate his snack, Donnie walked to the napping area of the room and laid down next to Leo. Mikey laid across him and Leo like a turtle blanket and Raph was their pillow.

It took Donnie no time at all to fall asleep. He may have had trouble falling asleep at night, but naptime was breeze. Mrs. Calabash was happy for that.

"Oh, Donatello..." she said as she turned down the lights and allowed the children to sleep.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Timberkon dynamic I think has a ton of potential: Kon finds out that Tim is dating a civilian and, because he has never been able to really get Tana’s death and how it fucked him up out of his head AND he’s painfully aware of Tim’s track record of coping with loss he’s just sort of like “well time to be this dude’s unofficial bodyguard i guess” because not on his watch, baby, and Bernard spends the next few weeks spotting what he’s pretty sure is the elder Superboy out of the corner of his eye, trying and failing to be inconspicuous as he scans their surrounds for threats, and he wants to say something, but conspiracy theories about the shadow government are one thing, “I am personally being stalked by a superhero” is quite another, and Gotham has a pretty low threshold for what justifies a 72 hour hold. But because it’s Gotham, trouble does happen and Kon does end up stepping in a few times, which only sort of puts Bernard’s mind at ease, since he’s pretty sure he’s not hallucinating but also this is just inexplicable, but he does come to associate the sight of Kon with a feeling of safety and security, and Kon meanwhile spends enough time watching Bernard that he starts to be charmed by him and really gets what Tim sees in the guy. Tim notices nothing for six months.

403 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

#4

Fake Bruce: ...once you’re out of this phase.

Tim: Haaaaaaang on a second. *takes out phone*

Tim: Aha! According to the Bruce Mood Swing Calendar I’ve been maintaining since I was twelve, there should still be three months until you start being an asshole about this!

Tim: Hey Bart, I think you were right about this world being a fake. Bruce is being an asshole three months ahead of schedule!

Bart: The old Batman Dickheadedness Timetable. Trips ‘em up every time.

462 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#3

Cassie ships TimKon because she cares about the two of them and wants them to be happy.

Bart ships TimKon because he thinks it’s better that they’re together rather than breaching containment and inflicting themselves on some poor innocent outsiders.

463 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#2

Emiko tells people about her nephews and they're expecting toddlers, only to be greeted by two very jacked, very adult men. Lian tells her teacher that her great-aunt is picking her up that day, and said great-aunt is coming from the high school right next door, where she is a sophomore.

577 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

tim who gazes at kitchens in helpless confusion is OUT tim who works very hard to bake treats for his loving boyfriend is IN

1,022 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

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5, 6, 7,8, and 10 Month Old Baby Feeding Schedule Solid Food 

Wait for your child's readiness before starting food.

Sitting/standing with aid

Attraction to food and other objects

Destroying tongue-thrust reflex

Starting with Solids Benefits

The appropriate time and technique to introduce solids to your baby is vital to their growth. Solid meals are nutritious, facilitate chewing and swallowing, and encourage healthy eating.

5 month old baby feeding schedule solid food

Breastfeed or utilize formula.

Your infant will obtain most of its nutrients from breast milk or formula until five months. Four to six feedings per day, evenly spaced day and night, are ideal.

[sanchitadaswani24]

Nourishing Beginnings: Your Complete Baby Solid Food Chart and Guide on Starting Solids for Baby

Introducing baby solid food chart is thrilling yet daunting. You can navigate this era with assistance and expertise to ensure your child gets the nutrients they need for healthy growth and development.

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[enchantedechoes]

Crafting the Ideal 7 Month Old Feeding Schedule

My sweet baby girl turned 7 months old this week. Watching her grow into an eager, curious eater has been so fun! But figuring out the optimal feeding schedule has definitely had some trial and error. I wanted to share some lessons I’ve learned thus far for any other moms starting solids with their 7 month old.

It’s still vital they get 24-32 oz of breastmilk or formula daily as the primary nutrition source. I breastfeed first, then offer purees and finger foods twice per day building up portion sizes week by week if she wants more. Cereals, fruit and veggie purees, yogurt melts, and teething crackers make great first foods!

I watched carefully applying the “4 Day Wait Rule” to check for allergic reactions with new foods. I keep her 7 month old feeding schedule consistent — that morning breastfeed, late morning fruit or veggie puree, formula bottle before naptime, solids again in the late afternoon, ending with a bedtime nursing session.

It’s equally important to let the 7 month old feeding schedule flex based on babies hunger cues. Growth spurts or fussy days may translate to more milk demands. Teething releases also temporarily distract babies from eating solids.

Every child differs so keep reevaluating the ideal feeding times and amounts tailored to baby! But these fundamentals should help guide formulating an optimal 7 month old feeding schedule.

#baby feeding schedule

[aftertheheavydrinking]

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December 16, 2023: I entered the testing area of the diagnostic center and was instructed to empty my bladder before the TransV Ultrasound started. Same as the last diagnostic center we went to, taking photos and videos is also not allowed here. Additionally, only patients are permitted inside the Ultrasound Room, leaving my husband and son waiting outside the door which was unsettling. The OB-Sonologist finally inserted the thingymajiggy inside me after the previous condoms burst twice, stating that I’m resisting it. (Tho, I’m not. I’m just tight like that. Chos. Hahaha.)

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Following the events from my last post, my OB-GYN recommended continuing with my current medication and emphasized the importance of religiously taking Duphaston as it would help with my Subchorionic Hemorrhage. She highlighted the need for me to rest, suggested reducing my intake of sugary foods and liquids, and mentioned scheduling a blood sugar test after a month of fasting. Internally, I sense that my OB-GYN might be downplaying my actual condition, perhaps to shield me from unnecessary stress.

I continued with my daily routine, the difference from my previous pregnancy and this pregnancy is that getting enough sleep is a challenge. My shift begins at 10:00 PM, typically, I wrap up all my tasks by 4:00 AM just to be prepared in case I start feeling sleepy. I inform my agents, take a break, and return by 5:30 to 6:00 AM. I consolidate my lunch and breaks into one, perks of working from home then I end my shift at 7:00 AM with all tasks completed. I'm really proud of myself and my multi-tasking skills.

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While she’s doing her thing with the thingymajiggy, I shared with her the previous result, which she confirmed—indicating that I indeed have Subchorionic Hemorrhage.However, her next words sent a shiver through my spine, making me want to scream and crumble. “May nadinig ka bang heartbeat sa first ultrasound mo? Kasi wala akong madinig ngayon e. Sana mali ako…” I'm at a loss for words. I can't seem to recall if I heard any heartbeat myself, but suddenly, I remembered the previous results etched into my memory. Meron, 118bpm yata yun e. The doctor adjusted the monitor to face me, displaying my uterus, the supposed location of the hemorrhage, and my baby's placement. “Kung may heartbeat na narerecognize ang machine dapat mag-iiba yung color ng lining sa screen. Pero look oh, tahimik. Wala talaga mommy e.” The only way for me to navigate the situation is to quickly go on defense mode. From an emotionally charged Cancer Woman to being the Dark-Humored Girly that I am. “Doc, check mo ulit, baka bobo lang ‘yan, nakalimutan tumibok.” She looked at me with visible pity and concluded the session with, "Indicate ko nalang lahat dito, then just show it to your OB-GYN, mommy, okay? Okay na po. Balikan mo nalang result maybe after 1-2 hours, mommy.“ I quietly walked out the door and found my husband waiting outside with our only child, my only baby. Searching my eyes, he immediately sensed something was wrong and asked what's going on. I quickly and quietly replied, “Wag dito, dun na sa labas.”

Entering the car, I broke down. I cried and cried and cried some more. My intense and loud crying likely scared my 9-year-old son. He cupped my cheeks, making the sincerest effort to comfort and console me, helping me regain my composure as I held onto his hands. Meanwhile, my other hand received small kisses from my husband. I tried so hard to reiterate what had transpired inside the ultrasound room as clearly and completely as I could. And then we cried some more.

With my side of the family currently out of the country, my husband chose to drive to his parents' place for some much-needed comfort. His sisters and I decided to go out and eat, not fully accepting the reality of the situation. We’re laughing about various unrelated topics, all the while pretending that everything is still okay.

Driving home, tears flowed once again. The weight of my OB-GYN's response to the message I left regarding the result hung heavily in my mind: “Intayin mo na lang duguin ka, bago kita raspahin.” It was a statement I was never prepared to hear or read.

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More to come.

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[glawi]

THE IMPORTANCE OF PEDIATRIC DENTAL CARE

As parents, we cherish our children's smiles, and their oral health plays a crucial role in their overall well-being. The journey to a lifetime of healthy teeth begins in infancy and continues through childhood. In this blog, we'll explore the significance of pediatric dental care and offer valuable insights to ensure your little one's smile radiates with happiness.

Proper Baby Oral Care

Caring for your baby's oral health is an essential aspect of their overall well-being, and it starts with proper pediatric dental care.

While baby teeth are temporary, they play a crucial role in your child's development and set the foundation for healthy adult teeth.

Here's a comprehensive guide on how to ensure proper pediatric dental care for your little one:

1. Start Early: Begin pediatric dental care even before your baby's first tooth appears. After feeding, gently wipe their gums with a clean, damp cloth or a soft infant toothbrush to remove bacteria and sugars.

2. Teething: As the first teeth emerge, usually around 6 months, you may notice your baby's discomfort. Provide teething rings or toys to soothe their gums, but avoid using topical numbing gels unless advised by a pediatrician.

3. First Dental Visit: Schedule your baby's first pediatric dental care appointment around their first birthday or when the first tooth erupts. This early visit helps establish a dental home and provides guidance on oral care.

4. Brushing: Once teeth appear, brush them gently with an infant toothbrush and a smear of fluoride toothpaste (about the size of a grain of rice). Brushing should be done twice daily, morning and night, as part of your pediatric dental care routine.

5. Diet Matters: Limit sugary foods and drinks in your baby's diet. Encourage a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and dairy products that support healthy teeth and gums, as recommended by pediatric dental care experts.

6. Avoid Bottle Decay: Never put your baby to bed with a bottle containing milk, juice, or formula. The sugars in these liquids can lead to tooth decay, often referred to as "bottle rot." This is an important aspect of pediatric dental care to remember.

7. Pacifier and Thumb Sucking: While common, prolonged pacifier use or thumb sucking can affect tooth alignment. Discuss strategies for stopping these habits with your dentist specializing in pediatric dental care if they persist.

8. Supervised Brushing: Until your child can brush effectively on their own, you should brush their teeth for them. This usually continues until they are around 6 years old, according to pediatric dental care guidelines.

9. Dental Emergencies: Be prepared for dental emergencies like chipped or knocked-out teeth. Know how to respond and contact your pediatric dental care specialist immediately.

10. Lead by Example: Children learn by observing. Make dental care a family routine, and let your child see you brushing and flossing regularly, emphasizing the importance of pediatric dental care.

Proper oral care during infancy sets the stage for a lifetime of healthy smiles, and pediatric dental care is an integral part of that journey. By following these guidelines and partnering with a pediatric dentist specializing in pediatric dental care, you can ensure your baby's dental health is off to a great start.

How Should Children's Dental Care Be?

Caring for your child's oral health is an essential aspect of their overall well-being, and it starts with proper pediatric dental care tailored for children.

While baby teeth are temporary, they play a crucial role in your child's development and set the foundation for healthy adult teeth.

Here's a comprehensive guide on how to ensure proper children's dental care for your little one:

1. Start Early with Pediatric Dental Care: Begin pediatric dental care even before your baby's first tooth appears. After feeding, gently wipe their gums with a clean, damp cloth or a soft infant toothbrush to remove bacteria and sugars.

2. Teething and Pediatric Dental Care: As the first teeth emerge, usually around 6 months, you may notice your baby's discomfort. Provide teething rings or toys to soothe their gums, but avoid using topical numbing gels unless advised by a pediatrician.

3. First Pediatric Dental Care Visit: Schedule your baby's first pediatric dental care appointment around their first birthday or when the first tooth erupts.

4. Brushing in Pediatric Dental Care: Once teeth appear, brush them gently with an infant toothbrush and a smear of fluoride toothpaste (about the size of a grain of rice). Brushing should be done twice daily, morning and night, as part of your pediatric dental care routine for children.

5. Diet Matters in Pediatric Dental Care: Limit sugary foods and drinks in your child's diet. Encourage a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and dairy products that support healthy teeth and gums, as recommended for dental care tailored for children.

6. Avoid Bottle Decay with Pediatric Dental Care: Never put your child to bed with a bottle containing milk, juice, or formula. The sugars in these liquids can lead to tooth decay, often referred to as "bottle rot." This is an important aspect of dental care for children to remember.

7. Pacifier and Thumb Sucking in Pediatric Dental Care: While common, prolonged pacifier use or thumb sucking can affect tooth alignment. Discuss strategies for stopping these habits with your dentist specializing in pediatric dental care if they persist.

8. Supervised Brushing in Pediatric Dental Care: Until your child can brush effectively on their own, you should brush their teeth for them. This usually continues until they are around 6 years old, according to dental care guidelines for children.

9. Dental Emergencies and Pediatric Dental Care: Be prepared for dental emergencies like chipped or knocked-out teeth. Know how to respond and contact your dentist specializing in pediatric dental care immediately.

10. Lead by Example in Pediatric Dental Care: Children learn by observing. Make dental care a family routine, and let your child see you brushing and flossing regularly, emphasizing the importance of dental care tailored for children.

Proper oral care during infancy and childhood sets the stage for a lifetime of healthy smiles. By following these guidelines and partnering with a dentist specializing in pediatric dental care, you can ensure your child's dental health is off to a great start.

Preventing Tooth Decay in Children

Tooth decay in children is a common concern, but it can be prevented with proper care. Here are some essential tips for parents to prevent tooth decay and promote healthy smiles in their little ones:

Begin dental care early, as soon as the first tooth appears, using an infant toothbrush and fluoride toothpaste.

Schedule regular dental check-ups for early detection and prevention.

Encourage a balanced diet, limiting sugary snacks and beverages.

Avoid prolonged bottle feeding and transition to a sippy cup.

Limit snacking and promote healthy snack choices.

Teach proper brushing and flossing habits and supervise until your child can brush effectively.

Consider fluoride treatments and dental sealants as recommended by your dentist.

Lead by example by maintaining your own oral care routine.

Provide mouthguards for sports activities to protect teeth from injury.

Preventing tooth decay in children requires a joint effort between parents and dental care providers.  By following these tips and maintaining regular dental check-ups, you can ensure your child's smile remains healthy and cavity-free, setting the foundation for a lifetime of good oral health.

Choose Lema Clinic For Your Child's Healthy Smile

Ensuring the health and happiness of your child starts with their smile. At Lema Clinic, we understand this deeply and are dedicated to providing the highest standard of dental care for your little ones. With our experienced team, state-of-the-art facilities, and a warm, child-friendly environment, we make dental visits a positive experience for both you and your child.

Our expertise in pediatric dentistry is backed by years of experience and a commitment to ongoing education in the latest dental techniques. We prioritize safety, comfort, and effective treatment, ensuring that every visit enhances your child's dental health and overall well-being.

At Lema Dental Clinic, we believe in building a foundation of trust and care with each family. We take the time to understand the unique needs of your child and offer personalized care plans to suit them. Our team is passionate about educating families on good oral hygiene practices, ensuring that your child's smile remains bright and healthy for years to come.

Choose Lema Clinic for an experience that combines expertise and trust, all dedicated to your child's vibrant, healthy smile.

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[khplattner]

This boy turned 15 months a few days ago! He is finally walking a majority of the time- he will only crawl if he needs to get somewhere fast. Dad is probably his favorite person, but only mom will do if he’s hurt or getting very tired. He says about ten words- mom, dad, uh-uh (no), hi/bye, hat, hot, uh oh, nana (banana), something like baby (ba-ba) and something like Lena. His most recent word is “eyes.” He will point to your eyes if you say it. He spits all of the time making tractor and car noises. He is obsessed with anything on wheels, particularly walkers and lunch carts that he finds at church. He gets quite upset if I have to take him away from one. He loves books and will often bring one to Kyle or I and sit on our lap. He enjoys the attention from his sisters and they love to see him kick and squeal when they walk in the door after school. He’s fairly picky with his food, but seems to love breakfast foods- oatmeal, pancakes, and waffles are all favorites. I manage to sneak in veggies and protein into as many of his favorite foods as I can. He loves routine and has certain favorite games and activities that he likes to do each day. One of his favorites is emptying the napkin holder basket on the kitchen table, as well as rummaging in the pantry, pushing buttons on the washer/dryer/microwave, playing hide and seek, turning the fan off and on in his room, splashing in the bathtub if someone is taking a bath, and emptying the art supplies out of the office drawers. Needless to say, my house often looks like a one year old lives here as he seems to leave a trail wherever he has been. He likes to point out pictures of daddy in the house and point out things that are daddy’s, like his hats and the coffee maker. He goes to bed by 7 most nights, wakes at 6/6:30, and takes a 2 hour or sometimes 3 hour nap usually between 11-3, depending on my carpool schedule. He is a very busy little guy and climbs much more than my girls ever did- out of his high chair, out of the shopping cart, and I even caught him standing on the kitchen table the other day. My girls used to sit so nicely in the shopping cart and just look around or eat a few cheerios. Leif, not so much. But overall he’s a pretty happy little guy and he is so much fun. The girls love when I bring him to recess duty on Fridays, as they are so proud to carry him around and show him to their classmates. We are thankful for our little Leif!